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Thursday, March 23, 2017

sometimes I dream you like rainfalling on my tongue sprinkled in salvationsporadic and randomin patterns of chaosthat calm the mind on fire and blossom the shrinking heartthat withered in its parchedlike the taste of cactus or the the swimin the river beneath the riverwhere these secret thoughts are quenchedand I am here bathing silentlyonly in the idea of youdrinking the words falling from the heavensof your mouth without the time to questionwhat is or isn't realbecause even mirage is inspirationto step closer to oasiswhen it's the sacredthat gets us by